In which Tony gets a hug.
Peter looked up from his book and watched as Mr. Stark walked slowly into the living room. He looked quite unhappy, and depressed. Peter frowned. It upset him everytime he saw Mr. Stark depressed. Today Peter decided he wanted to do something about. Peter leapt off the coach and ran to his mentor. He skidded to a stop right in front of the man. Tony looked up in surprise. He looked exhausted, and like his years were finally catching up with. Peter stood in front of him trying to think of the best way to make things better. Then it him. Peter grabbed his mentor, and pulled him into a hug. He felt Mr. Stark's tense muscles relax. Peter smiled. He had succeeded.
"Kid what is this?" Mr. Stark asked confused.
"A huge," Peter said still hugging him.
His mentor sniffed and peeled Peter's arms away.
"Disgusting," Mr. Stark said resuming his stoic expression.
Peter felt a little discouraged. He thought Mr. Stark would like the hug.
Mr. Stark's gaze softened.
"Can I have another one?" Mr. Stark said, and smiled.
Peter beamed, and hugged him again. They stood like that for a long time before Mr. Stark broke away.
"I got work to do," Tony turned and walked away.
"No," Peter said just as he was about to leave.
"What?" Mr. Stark stopped and turned around.
"You're exhausted. You need to sleep," Peter replied.
"Kid I-"
"Pepper isn't here to make you take care of yourself, so i am going to."
"Kid-"
"Mr. Stark, please."
To Peter's surprise the man rolled his eyes and headed to bed room. Peter followed him to make sure he actually went.
"Good night kid," Tony slipped into his room, and closed the door. Peter nodded in satisfaction.